Pain Is Control
My only friend is pain
existing in shadow of a fear
fear of insignificance
hurting and attacked
lying in defense
works are in motion ; grinding their gears
Looking back, I never had a chance.
The oppressors are winning
lying and manipulating
piping their pipe, and dancing their dance.
The systems pressure has me breaking
torturous, unbearable, intolerable
and yet we allow it to control us.
breathing its greed through us.
Revolt.
question everything
come to conclusions on your own.
Be a renegade, find your own way
The rules to out grow
To be an individual one day.
09-07-2009 by J.R. Thornton
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